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Chapter 4.... Slipping in the Rain... |
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Chapter 4
John blinked a few times. A bright sun was waking him up, and the soft grass he laid on was tickling him. The sky was different from the rest though. It told that the grass and the sun, that there wasn't anything that close to perfect.
It was raining, the rain didn't hit John, and he soon saw why. Jenni stood over him holding an umbrella. Her blonde hair reached down and tickled his face. Once she realized that he was awake, she stood up straight. Her hand was delicately holding the umbrella handle that was finely carved. There were designs carved in to it. Some were spirals; others seemed to take form of mythical creatures that reached up towards something. John couldn't tell what they were going towards because of how far up on the umbrella handle it was.
Jenni's eyes weren't as cold, was one of the things John realized. Along with the fact that there was a pocket watch hanging out of her pocket. It was golden and had the numbers for time in a different language. Oliver walked over. He looked at John, as if making sure that he was alive.
"What?" John asked. His voice sounded stronger than he had meant it to.
"Don't worry. Just making sure you're okay," Oliver answered as quietly as he could. The blonde haired boy stared. His hair was a fairly long pale blonde that shone against the light. Elena stood next to Jenni, as if there wasn't anything wrong.
The umbrella was closed, and Jenni pulled up a hidden hood part of her sweater. Elena put on a sweatshirt and looked down. Her sweatshirt was a light blue with white stripes on the sleeves. She still wore a black skirt.
Oliver was wearing his older brother's black sweatshirt. He had pulled the hood over his face and looked as if he were trying to hide something.
"I'm sorry, everyone, for making everything in your lives this way… but I had to. Time's running out… and we need to hurry," Jenni was taking command. She was the only one that seemed to know what was truly going on. John saw something in Jenni that he hadn't seen in anyone but his mother.
The look of a person beyond their own time, and in control in of something beyond their own power. It haunted her face, and as she grabbed a case off of the ground, she had something different to her. A look of pure concern.
"We're going, and we can't turn back. I promise you that much. And that's all I can truly promise, because it's been years since I was last here. Also… I'll tell you the rest later, but first, we need to get out of this storm," Jenni walked off. No one followed her at first. They didn't know what to do.
After a few strides, Jenni turned around to see what was wrong. "What? What do you think? That I'm a witch? No. I'm far from that, if that's what you want to know. If you want to know why you're here, I'll tell you straight off the bat. What I said about the puppets, was true. Though, I'm the one that let go of you."
There was a silence amongst the small group. Elena slowly took a step forward, and her hand reached out. She grabbed Jenni's arm and stared at the bracelets. Each bracelet had a small clock on it; all were set at different times. Jenni slowly took her arm out of Elena's grip.
"What's wrong with me? The fact that I have a different way of doing things? Or is it... because you don't know me?" Jenni's voice sounded hurt, but her expression was cold. Her ability to look so cold, and act so hurt made John take a step back.
Suddenly, Jenni walked forward. She didn't want to look back, and she didn't want to stop. There was nothing that she could do, beyond walk on. None of them were ready for the truth about this place. And none of them would be able to go very far on their own without her.
The blonde boy followed Jenni a few feet behind her. "Thank you for trusting me, Codey," Jenni mumbled as she just barely looked back. Her eyes had become softer once she knew that Codey had trusted her.
Codey had a thin frame, but only because he played sports and did so actively. His face was gentle and well defined. Something that stood out the most though, was how pale he was. It seemed impossible to be that pale, and yet play so many sports. His tan pants were too long for him, and so was his light blue shirt. He was soaking wet, but he still seemed to trust Jenni.
Everything was out of place, and the rain pounded harder. It taunted John for not being able to trust anyone within seconds.
Jenni turned her head a little to see who was following her. "Thank you," Her voice was quiet and beaten down. It sounded so weak, and her eyes were just so soft and showed very little brightness.
As the rain pounded harder, Oliver took a step forward. His sweatshirt stuck to his well proportioned body. His steps were long and made him quickly disappear in to the shadows of the rain and darkened sky. Oliver seemed like a thief, made by the on-coming night and rain.
It seemed to be over for John. He had nowhere to go, and nowhere to end up. He shivered as the cold wind hit his back. He turned his back towards the direction that Elena, Jenni, Codey, and Oliver went. Tentatively, he took a step forward. Then another step. Slowly, he continued the process until he was in the shelter of the thick leaves of the trees.
The mud that covered the ground made John slip and fall down several times until he got to a building. The building was older, with the paint fading from the days of sun it had seen. The furniture was worn and frayed. John looked around, his blue eyes taking in his surroundings.
 m.ikstar · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 01:27am · 0 Comments |
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